Concerning the work of artist GC Myers

The Angst of the Longtime Painter/ Redux

Lately I have been thinking about how people find their individual creative voices, how it evolves and is influenced by what others think. We all too often heed advice that fits in a one-size-fits-all world when we need direction that takes in account the singularity of our talents and our aims. Many of us also dismiss the creative expressions of our emotional selves as somehow inferior to those from known creative talents as though they had a monopoly on the feeling and expression of emotion. I think the individual voice grows when they transcend this feeling and realize that their point of view is as valid as that of any other person, including the greatest artists working in their field.

There is a lot more than can be said on this subject but it brings me to a post that I wrote here back in February of 2009 that describes how I came to this realization of my own validity. I wonder how many artists, writers, musicians and other creative people have experienced this same sense of inner intimidation and have succumbed to it, putting aside their quest for their own voice?

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When I used to enter a gallery or museum, even up until several years ago, I would be filled with a severe sense of dread and anxiety. Angst. The knot in the stomach. The racing pulse. The whole thing.

I would go from painting to painting and would feel lessened because in each piece I would see something that I could not do, some technique that was not in my toolbag. There were colors and forms that I could not replicate and all I could think was that I was somehow inferior.

I didn’t belong.

The resulting feelings would leave me reeling and sometimes angry, making me even more determined to create something that would validate my work.

While this was a motivating force for many years, helping me actually find my voice, it gradually subsided over the years as I became more and more aware that I had been focusing on things I could not control and on being something I was not.

I began to see what I was. I had an individual voice and vocabulary that was mine and mine alone. I began to see that other artists felt about my work as I had felt about their work. I saw that while they were doing things that I could not, the reverse was true as well. I recognized that my voice, my technique and style, was finally mine and mine alone. I saw that my form of expression was every bit as valid as any other artist hanging in any gallery or museum.

This was a liberating feeling. It allowed me to go into galleries and museums and , instead of seeing what I was not, recognize the beauty of expression that was there and be excited and inspired by things other artists were doing. Instead of coming out saying ” I’ll show them ” I was saying “I can use that”.

It was merely a matter of trusting that what I saw in my own work was a true and real expression and would be visible to others. I think this a lesson from which any viewer of art can benefit. They must learn to trust their own instincts and reactions when looking at art. Like my self-expression, their reaction to a work is theirs and theirs alone. Their reaction is as valid as anyone else and no critic or gallery-owner can make a person like a piece that doesn’t move them. When the viewer realizes that there is no right or wrong, that their own opinion is truly valid, their viewing pleasure will increase dramatically.

By the way, the piece at the top is an old experiment from around 1994. I always enjoy pulling it out even though it doesn’t fit neatly into my normal body of work. No more angst.

12 Responses

I really enjoyed reading this entry today and am so happy you realize that your work is unique and it is your own and you don’t have to compare yourself with other artists to validate your work. It has beautiful to watch you grow and develop as an artist and I am so happy for your success. Your work has graced the homes of hundreds, if not thousands, of people who truly appreciate what you do.

I’m sad to say that I didn’t create art for years because I would walk through galleries and feel like I could never create something remotely close to what others were doing. I especially was fond of artists that would paint, and also would do so in a way that I could recognize their work without their signature on it. I was almost envious … I would often say to my wife ‘if only I could just find a style unique to my work like these artists do …’

It was only when I isolated myself that things changed and I found a visual voice and started painting as fast as I could, trying to make up for lost time, and I recently was drawn into a production type of rut … so I stopped and painted a piece that I titled ‘In the Hands of Time’ that I’m going to bring in to the gallery this week … a piece that is from my heart and painted slowly and intentionally on a large scale.

Thanks so much for sharing this post Gary, glad that you’re so transparent and honest with sharing your thoughts and I find the same transparency in your work, I’m looking forward to what’s coming off your easel for the next show, can’t wait!🙂

Aaron– I thought this post might ring true for you. Glad to hear about your new piece, that it is from your heart which means it probably is part and parcel of your true voice. Looking forward to seeing it!